#ah well. back to dabbin

[finalgirlbee]

i wish they would invent a blunt that didnt taste like bitter asshole

[platinumgrimoire]

; A Gift

@avindicta

“ —— !! “

ain’t so nice just shovin’ somethin’ to his face , a cat no fricking less. but he takes a good look at it — hearin’ it purr & starin’ back at’em with those googly eyes. damn , don’t admit it — don’t admit it — ah , screw it. it’s too damn cute. got its’ lil paws dabbin’ at’em & he’s tryin’ hard not to pet it — kinda scared he might hurt the fragile thing by doing so , instead keeps his eyes to it like a hawk& says a thing or two to hide the fact it’s captivated him.

“ What’re you doin’ with that thing — “

The brunette felt her lips loosen from their pursed position as she grinned at him now. The kitten was lowered, and it mewled in the woman’s hands. It’s purrs were still audible, much like a motorboat, despite it’s smaller size. It was probably about twelve weeks old, so it was old enough to be taken from it’s mother. The brunette simply grinned in response.

“Well, you seemed like you’d be good with animals.”

It was a simple enough reason, and not really the whole truth either. He had looked lonely and she thought that keeping a creature like this might be helpful for him. Ah well, if he didn’t want it, she could probably keep it.

“If you don’t want it, I suppose I can keep her.”

The brunette responded idly as she continued to run her fingers along the creature’s fur.

“Do you want to hold her?”